Always find a real, live classicist to do the translation. There’s nothing classy about bad Latin.

It’s incredible that he’s the most convincing family man in the entire field.

Wherever Riot!

Somehow we didn’t have parents like that in the neighborhood. I remember them from Little League, tho. Esp. the one who would hang behind the backstop, throwing illicit pitch signs.

If they had any salt, they’d steal that sculpture & initiate a neverending prank cycle. It’s gone! It’s been found! It’s gone again! It’s rumoured to be buried in a field upstate! & so on.

That’s just step one. It’s like this:

Aw, c’mon. Some of us were 9.

Sure, there was a ten year gap, but K.J was local/L.A famous all the while.

This has legs!

Dilsey & Luster

She was in a tent once, on the national mall, signing books & raising money for that foundation. I walked by with a stereo blaring “we don’t need no education.” I thought it was hilarious, at the time. O youth.

“Be adequate!” ~ Robert Altman

Tell tell tell.

I wonder how long I can keep this up.

We lived in a village with a field tucked away at the center of the block. Once upon a time, it had been a town ballfield. By the time us kids came to play, it was a rusted out backstop & a few glorified divots in the ground where the bases had been. When we played, we dug them out. Third always needed a touch up,…

C’mon, kid. It’s all true.

I gave away a copy of The Iowa Baseball Confederacy the other year, before I had the chance to read it. It’s in good hands, but I’m still miffed at myself. I’ll cue it up next, right after The Grind.

Hockey playing bears are actually something of a tradition in Russia.

That’s one strong argument.

So his stats are looking like a good storyline, right?